Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 42: Little Sword God → Sword God Son
Sun Yanwan almost fell off his horse. He looked back and felt that the group of young men who had a bit of the heroic temperament just now had degenerated into chickens and dogs.

Sun Yanwan had no doubts about his senior brother, but he felt a strong distrust of himself. He thought to himself, "How ignorant am I to think that those people just now were all powerful people?"

He complained a little: "Big Brother! Why didn't you say it just now?"

"I also want to see Elder Sun, in a moment of panic, put the end of his pipe, which he never lets go of, into his mouth upside down!"

Zhang Qingxi smiled lightly, and the annoyance he had just felt disappeared. He just felt that his second junior brother was really interesting.

Sun Yanwan was joking with his senior brother when he suddenly showed a look of surprise and said, "Senior Brother, something is wrong! Senior Sun Yunhe's martial arts..."

Zhang Qingxi said calmly, "That's right! He must have suffered some hidden injury and was unable to maintain his Xiantian realm cultivation. Now he has fallen to the third or fourth level."

Sun Yanwan was surprised and asked, "Can martial arts skills decline due to age?"

Zhang Qingxi laughed and said, "How can human power defy Heaven's will?"

"The ninth level of the martial arts realm remains mortal. As one ages, their muscles and bones age, and their martial arts skills naturally decline. Only those above the Xiantian realm can lock in their essence and blood, remaining as strong and vigorous as a youth. Even their appearance will not age, maintaining their martial arts prowess until the moment of death, when their energy and blood will decline and they will show signs of old age."

"Senior Sun Yunhe is a congenital master, he shouldn't look so old."

"I always thought that Senior Sun had disguised himself as an old man, but after observing some details..."

The eldest brother sighed slightly and said, "It must be because I'm old."

Sun Yanwan didn't feel sympathetic, he just suddenly felt that a congenital master shouldn't have such poor judgment.

How strong is the eldest senior brother? A small fool like me can’t tell. Could it be that the great masters in the innate realm can’t see it either?

At this time, Zhang Qingxi cleared up his doubts, and he actually felt a little sad. He had never grown old, but he had died. Now he had lived two lives and had a deep understanding of birth, old age, sickness and death, sorrow, poverty and suffering that could not be achieved by people who had only lived once.

Seventh sister Nan Mengzhi was feeling a little sick and never participated in the conversation between her sisters and Sun Lingdie.

When she heard the sisters talking about who they might meet on their trip to Songyang Sect, she suddenly asked, "I wonder if the Little Sword God will come back this time?"

The eldest sister, Nan Mengtang, suddenly smiled and said, "My seventh sister, is she still thinking about the little sword god?"

"It's a pity that he and Grandmaster Zhang branched out and founded their own sect. Now no one knows where they are. Even back then, this Junior Grandmaster was like a mysterious dragon, and few people had ever seen his true face."

"Unfortunately, I left school early. When he was showing his prowess in the sect's competitions, he happened to be away from the main mountain in Songyang. I never had the chance to meet this Junior Master Zhang."

While the sisters were chatting with Sun Lingdie, the dozen or so men kept looking over here, eavesdropping on what they were talking about.

When Yuchi Han heard them talking about the "Little Sword God," he suddenly laughed, raised his voice, and said mysteriously, "I just happen to know it."

Nan Mengsu couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "How did you know?"

Yuchi Han smiled somewhat complacently and said, "My cousin Yuchi Wugong met Grandmaster Zhang Yuanqiao not long ago."

"I also met the Little Sword God, but..." "You should call him Young Master Divine Sword."

As soon as he said this, almost everyone stared at him. Second sister Nan Mengtan's husband, Tiger Roar Dragon Yin Jun Tingyun said word by word: "This is not something to be joked about."

"You must know that not everyone dares to use the nickname Young Master Divine Sword."

Yuchi Han replied, "Of course I know. Young Master Divine Sword is one of the three greatest masters of the time. He was the nickname of the former owner of Youjian Mountain Villa, Mu Xianyuan, when he was young. But you don't know that the former owner of Youjian Mountain Villa had long ago passed this nickname on to the young Sword God Zhang Qingxi."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Fourth sister Nan Meng had never been interested in martial arts, but she was knowledgeable and had a strong memory. She was the brains of the Nan Meng sisters. Upon hearing this, she frowned slightly and said, "Sword God Hu Qingdi debuted very early, a figure of the previous generation. When Senior Mu Xianyuan first emerged, he heard of the Sword God's name and challenged him several times, but the outcome was always inconclusive. At that time, Senior Mu was young, handsome, and a gentleman, earning the title of Divine Sword Young Master. Later, Senior Mu's martial arts skills reached a new level, and he deliberately abandoned the nickname Divine Sword Young Master as a sign of respect for his elders. Why would he suddenly give it to the young Sword God?"

Yuchi Han shook his head and said, "That's not something I can know."

"I knew that when Senior Mu bestowed this nickname, the ancestor of our Dalang Dynasty witnessed it."

As soon as this news came out, the discussion among this group of young people became even more heated than before. Everyone had their own guesses, and everyone could provide some information based on what they had heard from their elders at home. It seemed that the name "Little Sword God" had infinite charm, which impressed all these young people.

Even the most arrogant little sister, Nan Mengjiu, revealed an intoxicated expression and said, "If I could meet this legendary little sword god, my trip to Songyang Mountain would be worthwhile."

Sun Lingdie didn't know why, but Sun Yanwan's face suddenly flashed through her mind. She immediately shook her head and chuckled, "How could he possibly be the Little Sword God? His senior brother's chances of being the Little Sword God are more than a hundred times greater than his."

This topic was so attractive that even Sun Yunhe couldn't help but come over. He was a veteran in the underworld and knew a lot of secrets. With just a few words, he pushed the discussion to another level of heat.

Sun Yanwan didn't know that these people suddenly started discussing their senior brother. He also didn't know that Zhang Qingxi also had extravagant nicknames such as Little Sword God and Young Master Divine Sword. He encountered a small trouble at the moment.

Someone else stopped them and insisted on buying Sun Yanwan's black rabbit.

This man was neither a disciple of the Songyang Sect nor someone who had come to watch the ceremony. He was short and fat, with a fierce face and an extremely impatient expression. He shouted, "Give me this horse for ten taels of silver. If you still refuse, I won't recognize you with the Zaoyang stick in my hand."

Sun Yanwan was scratching his head. He had already said that he would not sell it, but this short, fat and fierce man seemed to not understand what he was saying. Instead, he became more and more ferocious and domineering. Seeing that Sun Yanwan still refused, he reached out to grab the reins of the black rabbit.

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "You were the one who started it."

He slapped the Lingxi soft sword at his waist, drew his sword and thrust forward.

Sun Yanwan knew that the Hu family's Demon-Slaying Sword Technique was not suitable for common use, and the Songyang School's Hunyuan Sword Technique consumed too much internal energy, so this sword was simple and plain, just a basic sword style that every family and school had, and there was nothing special about it.

However, he had practiced swordsmanship for several months, and his moves were extremely fast. With a flash of sword light, he went straight to the opponent's face.

The short and fat fierce man shouted, "Come on." He pulled out a Zaoyang stick from his back, raised it to the sky with fire, and smashed the long sword that was stabbing at him.

...Wandering Toad: I have tried very hard to write a rigorous story, but the prejudice in people's hearts is as big as a mountain. Sob, sob, please comfort me with a monthly ticket...

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